Totally random dispatches from a goofy lesbian Presbyterian who loves books, history, old-time radio and walking.
The Village Carpenter Mrs. Fruit's woodworking blog, filled with pretty pictures and words I've never heard of. I really don't know what she's talking about. There are also a few cute pics of our companion animals, because we're gay and it's a requirement.
And my pants are tight. The in-laws' blind and deaf dog is currently---mercifully---resting comfortably on the couch. I've got classical music playing to soothe her. I'd really love to have another piece of cherry pie, but the smell will wake her.
My mother flew up here on Wednesday afternoon and left this evening. We had a lovely time. She vegged out and had a drama-free few days without any of her usual retinue of crazy-ass people. Kari actually brought her lunch to her on a tray on Friday. Wonderful comfort food: grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. I don't think anyone has ever brought my mom food on a tray. She usually does the waiting/care taking. I was happy for her and happy that Kari brought me the same thing.
That cherry pie is calling me louder. Shrill barking be damned.
I'm sitting in a hotel room in Berea, having a marvelous time as Mrs. Fruit sits in on about a million seminars on woodworking. This has really been heaven for me. I've napped, read, swum (swum? is that right?) in the pool, gone to a used bookstore, played around on my new Macbook (Thanks, Baby!).
For fun, I'm reading Tai Chi Classics and Frances Partridge's diaries, which I've been reading for months. It's 700 pages.
For work (read: church), I'm reading all kinds of stuff about mandalas and Hildegard of Bingen.
The only drawback is that Kari needs to get up at 5:15 am, which means that I can't watch my current obsession Rachel Maddow on MSNBC at 9 pm. I love this woman! Not only is she openly gay and cute as a button, she's also a Rhodes Scholar from Stanford who has a doctorate in political science from Oxford. And she's funny. Luckily, we live in a world with iTunes so I can watch last night's show today. One can also download her Air America radio show.
1) My 87 year old grandmother, a devout Republican, told me she didn't think she was going to vote for McCain and she didn't have anything against Obama. I nearly fell out of my chair. This is a woman who has had her picture taken with every Republican president since Ford and even--of all people--with Dick Cheney. She attended Reagan's inauguration and belongs to Republican Woman. Mom told me that in the end, she voted for all the local and state races and left the Presidential box empty.
2) A super opinionated neighbor I ran into on Tuesday morning told me that he put a giant Obama sign on the back of his pickup truck and had been parking it daily across the street from another neighbor who had a giant McCain sign in his yard. He'd done this to neutralize the effect of McCain's sign. Tuesday morning, the dude confronted my neighbor and admitted that he had only put the McCain sign out because it was too big to steal, unlike the smaller signs he initially put out. He said he wasn't really that gung-ho for McCain.
3) The African American admin assistant in my office told me Tuesday that she didn't think she was going to vote. She previously worked for an infamously conservative U.S. Senator (whose last name also now means something really gross, thanks to Dan Savage's readers, who came up with the definition in a contest). She'd been around politicians and elections, so I was surprised by her nonchalance. Of course, she did lose her job because of the last election, so maybe the democratic process has just left a bad taste in her mouth. She told me: "I don't see why I should vote for someone just because he's black, and I'm black."
4) A huge Bushie I know from church approached me last night and said, "We won!" I didn't know what the hell to say to her; she once went to a Bush rally and lovingly put together a scrapbook with photos of him. She was (is?) a giant Republican.
5) I knew this would happen eventually, I just didn't expect it so soon, and at church. The racist backlash. A guy came to church last night and was clearly agitated when I asked him how he was doing. He was royally pissed about the election and started going off on Jeremiah Wright and the fact that no Christian should have voted for Obama and that his pastor (he only comes to Wednesday services at our church and is more of an evangelical. In fact, I think he's one of those Christian dudes who doesn't realize that there are differences among Christian denominations) had put a McCain sign in his (the pastor's) yard. Anyway, he ends his diatribe with this: "And, you know, there are cultural differences." Then he walked into the church.
Craft Mentality Amber and Tasha talk about kntting, sewing, cooking, reading and Project Runway.
Craftlit Billed as a "podcast for crafters who like to read." Heather is a writer, teacher, mom, blogger etc. with great insights. Podcast ends with a chapter or two from whatever book is currently featured.
Russell Brand Alas, old Russ resigned from the BBC so his podcasts are no longer available, but here's a link to his youtube website. He's smart, articulate and damn sexy. And he knows that "drugs is bad."
Savage Love Podcast Profane, disgusting, entertaining and very educational podcast based on Dan Savage's sex column. I've learned about some things I rather wish I hadn't, but can't stop listening. Mrs. Fruit refuses to partake----too many F-bombs.
Stephen Fry's Podgrams Writer, actor, comedian, filmmaker, Mac enthusiast and really interesting podcaster. The worst thing about this podcast is that he doesn't do it enough.
The Archers My current, hopeless addiction. A daily podcast of the world's longest running daily soap.